Author's Notes: Let the light of the day die, and Shinigami's Voice rise!
Ok, I love that, one of the reviewers wrote it for one of my last stories.
If you're a new reader, why don't read the other fics in my profile?
They're all about my dear pretty Duo! Please review!
Thanks to the ones who leave me comments. Thanks to XelloSalina (I hope I got that right) who has left me reviews in all these chapters. Do I really have grammar mistakes? (sad eyes) Man, and I thought I was doing good enough..guess I'll have to try harder. Well, you said I needed a betareader, ne? What exactly is that? Someone who reads all my fics? A loyal reader?
If that's the case, Li-chan and ChibiSora have always supported my writing. Guess I'll have to ask them, ne? Or can't I have two? Can we have more? (happy eyes) Maybe someone else wants to join this 'betareader' thing.
Thanks to CatchFire for the encouragement and nice words. Thanks to Ryoko- onne. You asked who was the visitor? Wanna a clue? None of the people you thought! Don't worry, you'll soon see!
And thanks to.guess who? Li-chan and ChibiSora! You guys are great!
ChibiSora, I read your review and your warning. I'm very sorry to tell you this, please forgive me, but I have to commit that crime (you know which, that one all Duo-lovers fear) in order to keep this fic running. Remember I'll try to give it a NICE ending, so don't be disappointed, please? Please? Trust me in this.
warnings: blood, torture, Dark fic.
"Beyond Life and Death"
By Shinigami's Voice.
Chapter Four
"Yes, soldier?" -Sergeant M asked in monotone, sitting at the table with A and T, while they organized some information to be transmitted to the headquarters.
"The prisoner needs attention, Sergeant" -the older guard said in his straight pose.
"Why?" -M replied, her expression blank.
"Request permission to speak with confidence" -the man asked.
"Permission granted. Speak" -A took the word.
The man, in his 60s, lowered his sight towards the three officers.
"The prisoner.....the kid won't make it today if he continues like this........"
"Oz has no place for weak soldiers" -T cut the man off, looking at him with contempt- "Since when is your duty to worry over a mere prisoner?"
"I am not personally worried about him" -the man tried to backpedal- "I thought it would be convenient for you to know his state. He hasn't given any information yet, and these next hours could be the last opportunity to force him to talk" -the guard explained as calmly as he could muster under the hard glances of the A.G.
There was a pause, while the three tortures seemed to reflect about the situation.
"Good. In that case, I'll take my session now" -T shrugged as he stood up from his place.
"Still, we'll be studying your file, soldier. You are giving signs of compassion. And that's unacceptable" -M said, eyeing the guard coldly.
The man nodded intimidated, and after a salute, whirled on his heels, leading T towards the hall.
"T, wait. I'll join you" -A addressed to the red-haired commander as he also left his place at the table.
"In that case, lets make a last visit to this stubborn prisoner" -M added, joining the others.
"You seem to have gained some kind of spite against him, M" -A said with slight surprise.
"We'll have to report that" -T said, turning his red head towards the woman.
"Your judgment is wrong. I'm just specially concern for the fact of this failure" -the sergeant replied.
"Failure?" -A repeated.
"Yes. We're in the 3rd day's evening and our methods haven't broken him. It's a failure"
"It's a delay, not a failure. Since he is a singular prisoner, it's acceptable" -T said back.
"You're looking for excuses, which are not allowed. We'll have to report that" -M replied with a smirk.
The guard stopped at the dungeon's doors, and accessed the code to open the shielded gates.
The three officers stepped into the dark room, turning on one lamp, which partially illuminated the place.
The guard turned his back quickly and exited the room. He didn't want to see that. No matter how hard his training had been, he couldn't stand it any longer.
The red-haired, yellow-eyed commander stepped ahead, studying the prisoner chained to a corner of the cell.
The boy was extremely pale, in contrast with the pool of blood surrounding him. There were many open gashes on his flesh, as well as bruises and scars.
His once clerical suit had been ripped out during the other sessions, leaving his thin frame exposed to any infection.
"You're trembling, 02" -T greeted with level voice, approaching closer to the teen.
No response. Duo didn't even look at him.
"Fever? Hunger? Sorrow? Desperation? Fear? Are you feeling all those?" -the commander continued, crouching beside the pilot.
Duo didn't move.
"I'm here to add something else to the list" -the man said, drawing out of a little case a brilliant, sharp knife.
"Or maybe you're ready to give us some answers. It's your last chance"
The other two A.G. watched the scene with blank expressions. Stilettos had always been T's favorite instruments.
Without further warning, the officer slashed the boy's face all across his right side. Blood started to stream from the long cut in Duo's cheek.
But the DeathScythe pilot didn't move. Nor he made any sound.
"Open your mouth already, brat. If you don't, I have no problem into cutting you during hours if necessary" -T threatened, as his left hand grasped 02's neck, lifting the boy's face.
"Answer now" -the commander grunted, pressing the stiletto against Duo's left cheek, sliding the blade slowly, opening another wound.
The yellow eyes of commander T fixed over violet ones......
And T almost gasped in surprise.
"What?" -M asked, stepping closer. A followed.
The red-haired officer drew the knife backwards and shook his head, as he placed the instrument in its case.
"No use. We lost him" -T shrugged, standing up.
"What do you mean? He's alive" -A replied as he looked down at the boy.
"Look at him. Closely" -T instructed, and M and A complied, fixing blue and green eyes on the boy's face.
"That's the glance of a dead. Yes, he's still alive. But he's no longer here. He won't last long" -T explained, his face indifferent- "We lost him. Damned brat, preferred died instead of talking......."
"You're right. His eyes are lifeless" -M said, standing- "We'll have to inform this to the headquarters"
Commander A frowned. How unbelievable, the A.G. defeated by a mere child.
"I hope you fry in Hell, little bastard" -he said- "This is what you get by playing the hero. Just let me tell you, if you can listen to me, that your 'friends' didn't come. Nice allies you got. You were abandoned, brat. They didn't come for you....... They left you behind..... They left you to die....."
And with that, the three officers whirled and exited the room, heading towards communication systems' room.
Before the gates closed, the old guard peeked at the form lying there.
"Poor kid" -he whispered.
Inside of the dark cell, a set of dull violet eyes didn't flicker. Nor did the boy move.
"They abandoned you........they left you........" - a voice repeated, as the black boots gave one, two, three steps.
The shadow stood in front of Duo, contemplating him in silence.
[ Spread your wings and prepare to fly......
for you have become a butterfly.......
fly abandonedly into the sun.........
if you should return to me........
we truly were mean to be........
so spread your wings and fly.......... ]
************
The mission was hard and long. The rebel attack was massive, and the Oz's forces weren't about to surrender in three hours.
After a rough confrontation, the Gundams and the rebel suits and ships managed to reduce the danger, and stroke the enemy's principal base.
"Report states" -Gundam Wing said through the COM.
"Heavyarms is out of munitions" -Trowa answered after a pause.
"Shenlong's state is acceptable" -Wufei replied.
"Sandrock's state is also acceptable" -Quatre said- "And you?"
"Wing Zero's cannon was damaged, but there isn't any other harm" -Heero answered- "We'll take the suits to the rebel ship to recharge their panels and acquire more munitions. And we'll proceed to 02's search"
The other three pilots nodded. Even if the fight had been harsh, they couldn't let tiredness defeat them. They had a search to start.
As the four Gundams were stored, the pilots came down and headed towards the supplies' room together.
"What time is it?" -Wufei asked as they entered the place.
"Almost midnight"- Quatre said, as he handed water cups to everyone.
"23:49" -Trowa stated in military hour.
"We have to decide which base will attack first"- Wufei said absently, as he looked at Heero.
"According to the data........" -01 started.
Suddenly, a cup crashed on the floor, breaking into pieces, as Quatre fell to his knees.
"What?" -Wufei hurried to stood beside the blond pilot. Trowa and Heero soon followed.
But 04 didn't answered. He was shaking as if he would break into pieces too.
"Cold....." -he murmured, his voice a faint whisper.
"Quatre, Quatre, concentrate" -Heero ordered, trying to reassure the fallen boy- "What's happening?"
"Pain......pain" -04 barely breathed, as he clutched at his chest.
"It's Duo" -Trowa confirmed, then with soft voice, placing a hand over the flaxen hair, asked- "Look around, Quatre. Where are you? Where's Duo?"
"Cold......moist.......it's...." -the Prussian eyes looked up at his three friends. They were filled with unshed tears- "Underground. It's an underground station...." -he murmured.
"The second Oz's base in the data is an underground location in a natural satellite" -Heero affirmed.
"Hurry.....pain......so cold....." -Quatre continued sobbing, embracing himself.
"Breath, Quatre, breath. Concentrate" -Wufei advised.
The 04 pilot complied, and soon, he had calmed down.
"You ok?" -Trowa asked.
The blonde nodded, regaining composure as he stood up.
"I'm fine. I'm fine" -he said, taking in deep intakes of air. Then, his eyes turned confused as he frowned.
"What?" -Heero's voice spoke.
"The only reason I could feel him until now it's for the pain's intensity. He is suffering very much" -he said, his querubic features painted with extreme worry- "We have to leave now. I .......I don't know why, but I ........."
The three glances of his comrades made the Neo-Arabic finish.
"I can't feel him any longer......"
***********
[ So spread your wings and fly.......
for you have become a butterfly...........]
To Be Continued.......
A/N: Leave me reviews, please. God, you MUST read next chapter. I guess I can't avoid angst. Be prepared....please R&R!
Thanks to the ones who leave me comments. Thanks to XelloSalina (I hope I got that right) who has left me reviews in all these chapters. Do I really have grammar mistakes? (sad eyes) Man, and I thought I was doing good enough..guess I'll have to try harder. Well, you said I needed a betareader, ne? What exactly is that? Someone who reads all my fics? A loyal reader?
If that's the case, Li-chan and ChibiSora have always supported my writing. Guess I'll have to ask them, ne? Or can't I have two? Can we have more? (happy eyes) Maybe someone else wants to join this 'betareader' thing.
Thanks to CatchFire for the encouragement and nice words. Thanks to Ryoko- onne. You asked who was the visitor? Wanna a clue? None of the people you thought! Don't worry, you'll soon see!
And thanks to.guess who? Li-chan and ChibiSora! You guys are great!
ChibiSora, I read your review and your warning. I'm very sorry to tell you this, please forgive me, but I have to commit that crime (you know which, that one all Duo-lovers fear) in order to keep this fic running. Remember I'll try to give it a NICE ending, so don't be disappointed, please? Please? Trust me in this.
warnings: blood, torture, Dark fic.
"Beyond Life and Death"
By Shinigami's Voice.
Chapter Four
"Yes, soldier?" -Sergeant M asked in monotone, sitting at the table with A and T, while they organized some information to be transmitted to the headquarters.
"The prisoner needs attention, Sergeant" -the older guard said in his straight pose.
"Why?" -M replied, her expression blank.
"Request permission to speak with confidence" -the man asked.
"Permission granted. Speak" -A took the word.
The man, in his 60s, lowered his sight towards the three officers.
"The prisoner.....the kid won't make it today if he continues like this........"
"Oz has no place for weak soldiers" -T cut the man off, looking at him with contempt- "Since when is your duty to worry over a mere prisoner?"
"I am not personally worried about him" -the man tried to backpedal- "I thought it would be convenient for you to know his state. He hasn't given any information yet, and these next hours could be the last opportunity to force him to talk" -the guard explained as calmly as he could muster under the hard glances of the A.G.
There was a pause, while the three tortures seemed to reflect about the situation.
"Good. In that case, I'll take my session now" -T shrugged as he stood up from his place.
"Still, we'll be studying your file, soldier. You are giving signs of compassion. And that's unacceptable" -M said, eyeing the guard coldly.
The man nodded intimidated, and after a salute, whirled on his heels, leading T towards the hall.
"T, wait. I'll join you" -A addressed to the red-haired commander as he also left his place at the table.
"In that case, lets make a last visit to this stubborn prisoner" -M added, joining the others.
"You seem to have gained some kind of spite against him, M" -A said with slight surprise.
"We'll have to report that" -T said, turning his red head towards the woman.
"Your judgment is wrong. I'm just specially concern for the fact of this failure" -the sergeant replied.
"Failure?" -A repeated.
"Yes. We're in the 3rd day's evening and our methods haven't broken him. It's a failure"
"It's a delay, not a failure. Since he is a singular prisoner, it's acceptable" -T said back.
"You're looking for excuses, which are not allowed. We'll have to report that" -M replied with a smirk.
The guard stopped at the dungeon's doors, and accessed the code to open the shielded gates.
The three officers stepped into the dark room, turning on one lamp, which partially illuminated the place.
The guard turned his back quickly and exited the room. He didn't want to see that. No matter how hard his training had been, he couldn't stand it any longer.
The red-haired, yellow-eyed commander stepped ahead, studying the prisoner chained to a corner of the cell.
The boy was extremely pale, in contrast with the pool of blood surrounding him. There were many open gashes on his flesh, as well as bruises and scars.
His once clerical suit had been ripped out during the other sessions, leaving his thin frame exposed to any infection.
"You're trembling, 02" -T greeted with level voice, approaching closer to the teen.
No response. Duo didn't even look at him.
"Fever? Hunger? Sorrow? Desperation? Fear? Are you feeling all those?" -the commander continued, crouching beside the pilot.
Duo didn't move.
"I'm here to add something else to the list" -the man said, drawing out of a little case a brilliant, sharp knife.
"Or maybe you're ready to give us some answers. It's your last chance"
The other two A.G. watched the scene with blank expressions. Stilettos had always been T's favorite instruments.
Without further warning, the officer slashed the boy's face all across his right side. Blood started to stream from the long cut in Duo's cheek.
But the DeathScythe pilot didn't move. Nor he made any sound.
"Open your mouth already, brat. If you don't, I have no problem into cutting you during hours if necessary" -T threatened, as his left hand grasped 02's neck, lifting the boy's face.
"Answer now" -the commander grunted, pressing the stiletto against Duo's left cheek, sliding the blade slowly, opening another wound.
The yellow eyes of commander T fixed over violet ones......
And T almost gasped in surprise.
"What?" -M asked, stepping closer. A followed.
The red-haired officer drew the knife backwards and shook his head, as he placed the instrument in its case.
"No use. We lost him" -T shrugged, standing up.
"What do you mean? He's alive" -A replied as he looked down at the boy.
"Look at him. Closely" -T instructed, and M and A complied, fixing blue and green eyes on the boy's face.
"That's the glance of a dead. Yes, he's still alive. But he's no longer here. He won't last long" -T explained, his face indifferent- "We lost him. Damned brat, preferred died instead of talking......."
"You're right. His eyes are lifeless" -M said, standing- "We'll have to inform this to the headquarters"
Commander A frowned. How unbelievable, the A.G. defeated by a mere child.
"I hope you fry in Hell, little bastard" -he said- "This is what you get by playing the hero. Just let me tell you, if you can listen to me, that your 'friends' didn't come. Nice allies you got. You were abandoned, brat. They didn't come for you....... They left you behind..... They left you to die....."
And with that, the three officers whirled and exited the room, heading towards communication systems' room.
Before the gates closed, the old guard peeked at the form lying there.
"Poor kid" -he whispered.
Inside of the dark cell, a set of dull violet eyes didn't flicker. Nor did the boy move.
"They abandoned you........they left you........" - a voice repeated, as the black boots gave one, two, three steps.
The shadow stood in front of Duo, contemplating him in silence.
[ Spread your wings and prepare to fly......
for you have become a butterfly.......
fly abandonedly into the sun.........
if you should return to me........
we truly were mean to be........
so spread your wings and fly.......... ]
************
The mission was hard and long. The rebel attack was massive, and the Oz's forces weren't about to surrender in three hours.
After a rough confrontation, the Gundams and the rebel suits and ships managed to reduce the danger, and stroke the enemy's principal base.
"Report states" -Gundam Wing said through the COM.
"Heavyarms is out of munitions" -Trowa answered after a pause.
"Shenlong's state is acceptable" -Wufei replied.
"Sandrock's state is also acceptable" -Quatre said- "And you?"
"Wing Zero's cannon was damaged, but there isn't any other harm" -Heero answered- "We'll take the suits to the rebel ship to recharge their panels and acquire more munitions. And we'll proceed to 02's search"
The other three pilots nodded. Even if the fight had been harsh, they couldn't let tiredness defeat them. They had a search to start.
As the four Gundams were stored, the pilots came down and headed towards the supplies' room together.
"What time is it?" -Wufei asked as they entered the place.
"Almost midnight"- Quatre said, as he handed water cups to everyone.
"23:49" -Trowa stated in military hour.
"We have to decide which base will attack first"- Wufei said absently, as he looked at Heero.
"According to the data........" -01 started.
Suddenly, a cup crashed on the floor, breaking into pieces, as Quatre fell to his knees.
"What?" -Wufei hurried to stood beside the blond pilot. Trowa and Heero soon followed.
But 04 didn't answered. He was shaking as if he would break into pieces too.
"Cold....." -he murmured, his voice a faint whisper.
"Quatre, Quatre, concentrate" -Heero ordered, trying to reassure the fallen boy- "What's happening?"
"Pain......pain" -04 barely breathed, as he clutched at his chest.
"It's Duo" -Trowa confirmed, then with soft voice, placing a hand over the flaxen hair, asked- "Look around, Quatre. Where are you? Where's Duo?"
"Cold......moist.......it's...." -the Prussian eyes looked up at his three friends. They were filled with unshed tears- "Underground. It's an underground station...." -he murmured.
"The second Oz's base in the data is an underground location in a natural satellite" -Heero affirmed.
"Hurry.....pain......so cold....." -Quatre continued sobbing, embracing himself.
"Breath, Quatre, breath. Concentrate" -Wufei advised.
The 04 pilot complied, and soon, he had calmed down.
"You ok?" -Trowa asked.
The blonde nodded, regaining composure as he stood up.
"I'm fine. I'm fine" -he said, taking in deep intakes of air. Then, his eyes turned confused as he frowned.
"What?" -Heero's voice spoke.
"The only reason I could feel him until now it's for the pain's intensity. He is suffering very much" -he said, his querubic features painted with extreme worry- "We have to leave now. I .......I don't know why, but I ........."
The three glances of his comrades made the Neo-Arabic finish.
"I can't feel him any longer......"
***********
[ So spread your wings and fly.......
for you have become a butterfly...........]
To Be Continued.......
A/N: Leave me reviews, please. God, you MUST read next chapter. I guess I can't avoid angst. Be prepared....please R&R!